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[ahgaseda]

dreams and desires | mark (got7)

↣ info: sexy, explicit

↣ a/n: a two can keep a secret drabble

↣ song: listen to “love is madness” by thirty seconds to mars

you are insane, my desire, a violent daydream, you are crazy, a perfect liar, said you’d save me...

Mark stopped the car on the gravel path, near the break in the trees. He didn’t say a word and neither did she as they both watched the sun go down over the coast.

He finally turned to look at her, seeing the sky painted between her lashes. Mark never imagined she would be here, in his car, by his side. Never had he laid eyes on a girl so beautiful.

She turns to him then, feeling his stare. He knows why she’s here. It’s no secret they’re both angry and hurt and desperate to get revenge.

But Mama always said vengeance was like holding fire in your hand and expecting the other person to get burned.

She didn’t care. The minute their parents revealed their engagement, she was on the path of retribution. And Mark was on the road to self-destruction.

Mark thought he would drown himself in alcohol, drink away his sorrows until he became numb to his pain. Maybe he would drown himself in her instead.

She felt her blood boil at the memory of their engagement party. Her father had given her no indication he was taking the next step and the announcement nearly knocked her off of her feet. He had no right to surprise her like that and he certainly had no right to disrespect her mother, resting in her grave.

Mark remembered how the two of them stood in the crowded hall, the party in full swing. Everyone was alight. Smiles in every corner. The newly engaged couple accepted congratulations endlessly.

But Mark stood there with his soon to be stepsister, unmoving, and with no joy to be found on their faces. And to rub salt in the wound, their parents never even looked for them among the sea of people.

She drifted to him, eyes full of tears and the words that fell from her mouth nearly broke his heart.

“Please, get me out of here.”

That was how she ended up in his car, next to him on a bluff in the middle of nowhere about to make a really bad decision. He knew he would take her anywhere she wanted to go.

He was relieved not to be alone.

He was glad someone shared in his wrath. And his hurt.

It was selfish, but Mark didn’t care. He had forgotten how it felt not to be lonely.

Mark reached over, taking her hand in his. He wanted to give her some gesture of solidarity. To let her know all those emotions colliding inside of her were no different in his own chest.

Without a word, she unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled into his lap.

Mark pushed his chair back, slipping his hands over her hips and guiding her to straddle him. She took his face between her palms and kissed him hard, like only he could save her.

Which wasn’t far from the truth.

The windows fogged over. The car rocked softly on the bluff. Bass steadily thrummed. Anyone who drove by could tell babies were being made.

Sweat and moisture made her hair cling to her neck. Still mostly clothed, she rode him with abandon.

Mark ripped her shirt just enough to bury his face in her breasts. His hands were heavy on her hips, kneading and pulling to match her rhythm.

This was self-indulgence, plain and simple. She felt empowered to be riding him. Mark thrust up to meet her, refusing to submit.

If only their parents could see, she thought. If only they knew what they had driven their kids to do.

Mark growled against her neck. Fuck, she made him so hard. He would take pleasure from her body night and day, if he had his way. She made him forget his pain.

Their lust was all-consuming, almost as powerful as their need to spite the ones who hurt them.

She rode him harder, finally making noise in his ear. Mark felt her nails dig into his skin and he hissed at the sting, though he would never make her stop.

Reckless, a little voice sang in her head.

Mark groaned when she met her end on top of him, cursing at how tightly she clenched around his cock. He gave her little time to catch her breath and grasped her waist to drill inside of her.

She howled with sensitivity, begging for him to find release, and Mark moaned in ecstasy when it finally came. She cradled his head to her chest, humming little nothings as he kissed between her breasts.

“Mark,” she whispered, tugging on his hair until he looked into her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Turn on the AC. Crank up the music. And join me in the back seat.”

Mark nodded, never taking his gaze from her as she clambered off of him. He did as told and followed her without a second thought, mouth watering at the sight of her on her back with legs spread.

He made himself comfortable between her thighs and kissed her again, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.

Love all this anger out of me, she wanted to say.

Fuck all the pain out of me, he would have replied.

It was the start of an ill-fated secret and a dangerous addiction.

i never said that i would be your lover, i never said that i would be your friend, i never said that i would take no other...

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[dreamystuffers]

hey! i found your blog recently and i fell in love, so im here for a request :3 could you do the ,placing hands under the other's shirt making them gasp at their cold hands’ please? maybe with johnny or jae? thank youu

johnny x reader | fluff, domestic au, established relationship au | w: 0.1k words | tw: kisses | a/n: i am not sleepy enough for this which is an odd contrast from the rest of my drabbles anyways yikes

"Oh my god don't steal my blankets," You whine as your boyfriend slips into bed.

Johnny's constant need for midnight snacks always leaves him coming into bed a little later than you. The Netflix series you've been binging has kept you awake long enough for you boyfriend to settle in next to you.

"Sorry," He pouts fakely at you, scooting closer to your swaddled form. "Are you cold?"

You nod and Johnny smiles suspiciously cutely. It's only as you feel his cold hands slipping under your shirt that you understand why.

You gasp as he pulls you closer to him while you try to squirm out of his reach.

"Johnny!" You squeal as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "Your hands are so cold!"

"And you're so warm sweetheart." He peppers you with kisses.

You sigh softly before kissing the top of his head.

"Nerd." You mumble, playing with his messy hair making him chuckle.

"I love you too sweetheart."

my requests are open for my 100wtsily and tys series!

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[chloebeale]

honestly i couldn’t think of a caption, so there’s a little bechloe drabble under the cut instead. feel free to enjoy the gif set with or without!

(approx. 1k words)

***

Sure, maybe the Bellas are three time collegiate a cappella champions with a surprising amount of glory and notoriety to their name—the a cappella world is...weirdly way more expansive than Beca would’ve ever imagined—and sure, maybe they have found themselves invited to entertain the troops during the USO tour alongside other (way more legit) groups (no, bands. Legit bands.), but even now, even after touching down in their first destination of Cádiz, Beca still...doesn’t really get the hype.

Performing with the Bellas is fun, they really are her family at this point, and Beca enjoys singing alongside each and every one of them, but she really doesn’t understand how this level of acknowledgment has happened—or why in the hell they have the a cappella world’s most annoying podcasters following them across a freaking ocean to keep up with their lives as if they are literal celebrities or something.

Still, over the years, as irritating as they may be, John and Gail have become something of a staple in the Bellas’ lives, two people Beca has kind of just given up on trying to avoid—after being followed to work every morning, it becomes difficult to really give a damn anymore, anyway. They are technically not harming anybody, so it is easier at this point to just do what they ask, which is how Beca now finds herself seated in front of their camera, brows lifting in response to the two excited faces beaming back at her from behind their equipment.

“So, Beca,” Gail begins enthusiastically, “What do you hope to gain from this tour?”

It is a simple question, in reality a pretty broad one, too, but Beca cannot help but find herself momentarily stumped for a response. Honestly, after spontaneously quitting her job and essentially finding herself kind of stuck, she really does not have any expectations. This tour had simply been a distraction for her, something for her to do so as not to find herself crawling back to the office and begging the BFD higher ups to take her back… She cannot very well say that, though. Can she?

Evidently noting a lack of input, Gail adds helpfully, “Any dreams? Fears?”

“Fears,” John echoes. “Of course you have fears, women are scared of everything.”

Although Beca only responds with a neatly arched brow, she notes the immediate look of disdain to pull itself across Gail’s features in response to her co-host. “Uh, I don’t know,” Beca says flatly, “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Really?” John questions curiously, mouth twisting into something of a knowing smirk as he exchanges a brief glance with the blonde seated beside him. Beca can see the same look drawing itself onto her face, too, and finds herself entirely confused. “Not even bear traps?”

The way Beca’s short, black polished nails clamp onto the arm of her seat is something she rectifies quickly, and silently prays has gone unnoticed by the two eager sets of eyes piercing into her from behind the camera. What do bear traps have to do with this, anyway? It is not like they are at Aubrey’s campsite from Hell anymore, after all.

“Bear traps?” Beca echoes with as much nonchalance to both her voice and expression as she can manage. She quickly clears her throat. “No, they’re whatever.”

In response, John and Gail only continue to watch her expectantly, and the amusement painting itself onto John’s weathered face tells her he knows something she doesn’t. Sure, these two show up everywhere, but Beca knows for a fact that they had not been at the retreat, and despite the fact that she’d never explicitly said so, she has always been under the assumption that there is a mutual agreement among the Bellas to never bring up that particular incident again—ever. To anyone.

Beca’s eyes narrow in on his expression, before adding in that same nonchalant tone, “I mean, I don’t, like, love them, but I’m not,” she air-quotes the next word, “scared of them.”

By now, Gail’s subtle smirk has settled into something of an almost sinisterly kind smile, though John looks just as outwardly smug as he had done before. “That’s not what a little red birdy told us,” he muses proudly, and Beca’s nostrils instantly proceed to flare.

A little birdy.

A little red birdy. Fucking Chloe.

“Chloe, yeah?” She says in a blank tone, lips pursing in defeated thought. She stares upward in a half eye roll, head shaking disapprovingly. “Dude, I swear, if she wasn’t my girlfriend…”

The good thing about a John and Gail interview is that the Bellas are under no actual obligation to see it through, so with a scoff and another more obvious roll of her eyes, Beca pushes herself up from the seat, deciding that their pointless interview is effectively over.

While Gail attempts to reel her back in, John says in an amused tone, “Watch where you’re going, little woman. You might run into a… Bear trap!”

The only reason Beca jumps in response is because of his increasing volume and emphasis, not because she cannot even hear the very term since the unfortunate incident at the retreat, duh. Without looking back to even glare in response to the loud, obnoxious laughter echoing from the hosts, Beca grumbles petulantly and tugs open the door, closing it loudly behind her.

“Hey!” Chloe’s voice is the next thing Beca hears, head lifting to take in the sight of those vibrant eyes shining excitedly. Beca only glares in response, though Chloe doesn’t seem to notice. She simply rocks on her heels, meeting Beca with natural Chloe Beale enthusiasm. “That was fast. Their questions are kind of weird, huh?”

Rather than respond to the question, Beca approaches her girlfriend with folded arms, the look of helplessness on her face entirely unintentional. “Dude, you told them about the retreat?” Chloe only stares at her curiously, so Beca adds in a lower tone, “You know… the bear trap thing.”

Chloe’s lips pull inward then, and Beca cannot tell whether she is trying to bite back a grin or if she looks kind of...embarrassed? She does note that no verbal response comes, though, and that serves as confirmation for Beca to release an annoyed groan, shoulders slumping defeatedly.

“I thought we were never bringing that up again?” she half-whines, hand rising to brush her fingers through her straightened hair. As it falls, her palm easily covers her eyes, and Beca releases a long sigh through her nostrils.

Familiar fingers wrap comfortingly around her wrist, and Beca’s lids flutter open to watch Chloe’s apologetic expression as she gently pulls her hand away from her face. She is kind of annoyed, obviously, but as her gaze meets that overwhelmingly calming blue, fingers parting to make room for Chloe’s to naturally slot between them, her own expression melts into something a little less angry, a little more calm.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe pouts, thumb brushing instinctively over the back of Beca’s knuckles. “It just slipped out.”

Despite the look of disdain Beca had been wearing only moments before, there is just something about that look on Chloe’s face, that adorable, apologetic wide-eyed stare that causes Beca to easily melt, for her shoulders to relax and her defenses to fall. Chloe has always had that kind of spell on her, truth be told.

It makes it hard to stay mad at her for long, no matter the circumstance.

She stares for only a moment longer, before easily relenting with a small puff of air through her nostrils. “Whatever.” She doesn’t even know why she does it, but Beca finds herself lifting their connected hands toward her mouth, lips brushing reassuringly over the back of Chloe’s fingers. “Just...don’t tell anybody else, yeah?”

The guilt written all over Chloe’s face begins to melt away at that, and is instead overtaken by a small, soothing smile. She uses the grip she has on Beca’s hand to easily tug her closer, and Beca does not resist as Chloe’s lips, familiar like home, push a delicate peck to her own. “Okay,” Chloe nods, gently nudging the tip of her nose to Beca’s. “Deal.”

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[06love]

Drabble for anon ♡

Prompt: ‘Jimin - “will you forgive me if I cuddle with you?”’

Genre: Fluff :’)

Warning: swearing

Words: 0.4k

a/n: Requested on my old blog, repost. 

She turned grabbing the covers to hide her face again, and Jimin could swear that she was pouting under that blanket.

“Baby, I’m sorry, hey look at me.” He begged as he tried to lower the sheets to reveal her face, but she didn’t allow him. “Are you gonna be mad forever?” She didn’t reply. “Hey” He caressed her head over the blanket “I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean for you to feel bad. Ok? I didn’t know you cared so much if I went out with the boys this weekend.”

“How could I not care?” her voice sounded muffled under the blankets.

“Baby, please take them off, I can’t understand you.” He asked, hoping to see her face again soon. She removed the blanket immediately and looked at him straight in the eyes, repeating

“How can I not care? You know how long I’ve waited for your day off, but even worse…” her voice went missing as she looked down in anger.

“What, what’s worse? Tell me so I don’t repeat the same mistake again. Please.” Jimin said concerned.

“The worse part is, is that you fucking decided to go eat meet at that Brazilian place I’ve been begging you to go to, without me!” She bursts in anger, and Jimin looked confused.

“Wait… you’re not mad because I’m going out with the boys? You’re mad because-”

“Because you’re a fucking cheater!” She grabbed the pillow and threw at Jimin’s face making him jolt out of bed. “ You fucking cheated on me with the boys! You’re gonna eat meat with them and I’m gonna have to stay home because it’s a guys night out!” She whined and covered her face again with the covers and laid down.

Jimin did his best to try and keep in his laugh, he had to admit it was a rather funny situation, where he thought he had done something wrong to his girlfriend, but in the end, she was jealous of the meet he was gonna eat.

He controlled himself and crawled back into bed to place himself next to her.

“I’m sorry for going to eat meat with the boys, I promise to take you out next weekend. Ok? Please forgive me?” He asked kissing her head over the covers.

“No!” her voice sounded muffled again.

“Will you forgive me if I cuddle with you?”

“Go cuddle Hoseok while you eat filet steak.” she whined.

“Fine~“ he gave up. “I’ll buy you the large pack of meat, and we can go get Oreo ice cream afterward. Forgive me now?”

She took a few seconds and replied: “Can I get Oreo ice cream 2 days in a row?”

Jimin sighed and complied, so she took the blanket down and turned around scooping on his chest. “I forgive you” she pouted and quickly stole a kiss from him. Which he loved and released a soft giggle in surprise. ♡

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[ahgaseda]

scream for the neighbors | mark (got7) drabble

↣ info: smut, explicit

Returning to a dark, empty house was becoming too familiar. You stepped inside and exhaled through your frustrations. Slipping out of your high heels, you dragged your feet to the bedroom and dropped your purse on the nightstand.

Suddenly, the lights snapped on and you gasped aloud, breathing in relief - and then annoyance - when you spotted the culprit leaning against the wall.

Mark took a sip from his small glass and asked, “Did you enjoy dinner?”

His voice was foul, much deeper than normal. You cut your eyes at him and replied coyly, “Yes, I did.”

“How was your steak?”

Removing your necklace and dropping it on the table beside your bed, you crooned, “Cooked to perfection.”

“Out to dinner with another man,” Mark hissed, shaking his head and casting even more hair into his eyes. “What does your husband think?”

Scowling, you snapped, “It’s been a while since I gave a shit about his thoughts.”

Mark visibly bristled. Disrespectful little brat. Rather than show his anger, he grumbled with sarcasm dripping from every word, “So is this what the end of a marriage looks like?”

You shivered. “Mark, I’m freezing to death in this house, in this relationship.”

Mark pointed at you, still gripping his glass, and chided, “You knew my job was like this when you got into bed with me.”

Your voice grew louder with rage. All the emotions you kept buried were threatening to break through the surface. They would not be silent much longer. “And I’ve handled your absence where your job was concerned like a good wife, but not when you’re right here next to me and you might as well be on the other side of the earth!”

Mark clocked a glance at the bed you stood alongside; the bed you shared together. He had lost track of when it became so cold. “What do you want from me?”

Clenching your fists, you challenged, “I want you to be a man, Mark.”

Mark lifted a brow.

You wanted a reaction. You wanted him to fight for you. Where was the man that once drowned you in passion? The one addicted to your body and madly in love with your heart.

You knew he was still in there, deep down. Exhaustion and pressure had driven him out, but you’d be damned if you didn’t know exactly how to set him free.

Stepping closer to your husband, within arm’s reach, you whispered darkly, “I could have gone home with him, you know.”

Mark clenched his jaw and hell itself lit inside his eyes.

“He promised to do rough and filthy things to me,” you murmured, peering up at him and batting your lashes. “I can barely remember what that feels like.”

Mark flung his glass and before your mind could register the sound of it shattering into a thousand pieces, your husband grabbed your jaw with one hand and tangled a fist in your hair.

“Are you crazy?” you yelled, eyes wide.

Mark spun you around and backed you against the wall, his grasp hard and tight. “I was crazy when you met me,” he said lowly. “I was crazy when you married me.”

“Mark…,” you started, wrapping your hands around his wrist. This was the animal you knew. The one you had desperately missed, but now he was here and you were wholly at his mercy.

“Take this off,” he ordered, releasing your hair and flicking at the lapel of your coat.

You obeyed without hesitation, slipping the jacket from your arms and exposing your little black dress.

Mark frowned. He loved that goddamn dress and you dared wear it for another man.

Your heart skipped a beat and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“This shit, too,” Mark said, grabbing at the material on your waist. “Off.”

You pulled at the straps and tugged the dress down. Once clear of your hips, the garment fell to a pool around your ankles.

Mark licked his lips at the red lace lingerie and your game was over. It was the set he had bought to celebrate your first anniversary together. There was no way in hell you had worn it for that bastard. You wore it only for him.

The sight of his teeth made you feel both relief and nerves. Watching him bite down on his lip had you melting, knowing he was about to devour his favorite meal.

Mark flexed his grip on your jaw and warned, “I could fuck you until there was nothing left for another man to have.”

You whimpered, sliding your palms up his arm. “Baby,” you cooed, submissive.

“If you were trying to get my attention, you have it,” Mark said, his voice a low snarl. “But I will make you regret how you got it.”

You made a noise of surprise when he reached behind your thighs, hoisting you into the air and moving toward the bed. You locked your ankles and arms around him hungrily, pressing a number of kisses to his neck.

Please, have mercy on me, you wanted to trace across his skin.

Mark stood at the end of the bed and unwound your legs from around his waist, tossing you onto the mattress. You bounced for a second or two before he was on you, pinning you down with his hands and body and searing hot kisses over the curve of your breast. Right over your wildly beating heart.

“Scream for the neighbors,” he teased when he made a place for himself between your thighs. “It’s been too quiet for them lately.”

You purred his name when he stripped you to nakedness. You reached for him when he removed his own clothes, not wanting his body parted from yours for even a moment. You did as you were told when you came on his fingers and again on his tongue.

When he sheathed himself inside, Mark growled, “This is mine.”

“Yours,” was all you could say, tears in your eyes at finally having him back.

And he would spend the night making sure you never forgot again.

Hey there, beautiful! If you enjoyed this, please leave a like or reblog or follow me! Or maybe buy me a coffee so I can keep writing? Or check out my masterlist here for more stories! Thanks for reading :) - Katya

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[ahgaseda]

like rabbits | jaebeom (got7) drabble

↣ info: smut, explicit

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. Your pulse was racing and your body throbbing. All you could do was lay on the bed with arms and legs splayed limply.

Jaebeom was no different beside you. His chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, dripping with sweat that pooled onto the sheets beneath him. You turned your head, watching him with desire still coursing thickly through your veins.

Crimson flushed his cheeks and moisture dampened his hair. His lashes fluttered as his eyes stayed closed. His lips were swollen and he licked at them as they became dry from his incessant panting.

Damn it, you could never hope to get over the effect this man had on you. Every round with him was satisfying and mind-blowing, but kept bringing you back for more. You were full, but still hungry and only he could soothe your need.

“One more,” you finally spoke.

Jaebeom made quite possibly the funniest sound you had ever heard. Something crossed between a snort and a gasp.

Giggling, you blushed when he glanced over at you incredulously.

“We’ve been at it like rabbits,” Jaebeom chuffed, ever trying to catch his breath. “How are you still so horny?”

“I love how it feels,” you crooned, running a hand into your hair.

Jaebeom pressed, “How what feels?”

“When I come with you inside me,” you said after a pause, knowing damn well it would rile him up.

Jaebeom growled hungrily and his eyes locked with yours. You found yourself drowning in the intensity of his stare, the darkness of his pupils blown wide.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” you asked coyly, reaching over and raking your nails slowly over his chest.

Your boyfriend swallowed, willing himself to find more energy. “It’s the best,” he murmured. “There’s nothing that can compete with it.”

“Well, then,” you sighed, biting your lip and promptly spreading your legs.

Jaebeom let his eyes wander down your body, thinking of the paradise you had just made open to him again. Without another word, he rolled over and moved toward you, making himself at home between your thighs.

“You kill me,” he whispered a moment later, lips brushing over your hipbone.

You chuckled. “Just one more.”

“You know I have rehearsals tomorrow,” Jaebeom reminded, lingering his eyes on your swollen pussy, his many releases slipping from your folds.

You said darkly, “I will be the one that’s sore.”

A low growl rumbled in Jaebeom’s throat as he tongued his way up your stomach, latching his lips to your nipple and proceeding to suck. You shifted underneath him, tension building between your legs again, and hummed quietly.

Jaebeom kept a taut grip on your waist, resisting the urge to smirk as you locked your legs around him. His mouth released your bud with a lewd pop and traveled upward in favor of your neck, though his hand settled on your breast and began to knead.

“Jaebeom,” you moaned with a heavy breath, rolling your hips in an offer for him to take what was his.

Your partner nipped at your lips and you found yourself under his heavy stare again. Before you could utter his name once more, he penetrated you slowly, intimately. As much as you wanted to tip your head back and winch your eyes closed, you never broke eye contact.

Jaebeom propped himself over you and started to rock back and forth, rutting his hard length deep into your cunt. No matter how many rounds had come before, it still felt like the first time when you stretched around him and you whimpered at how perfectly he completed you, how tightly he fit inside you like he alone was meant to be there.

“You’re mine,” Jaebeom told you, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. You owned him mind, body and soul, and nothing reminded him of that quite as viscerally as when the two of you were tangled together and lost in each other.

Hey there, beautiful! If you enjoyed this, please leave a like or reblog or follow me! Or maybe buy me a coffee so I can keep writing? Or check out my masterlist here for more stories! Thanks for reading :) - Katya

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[ahgaseda]

tempos and rhythms | jackson (got7)

↣ info: dirty, suggestive

↣ a/n: part of my musings based on lyrics project

↣ song: listen to “money power glory” by lana del rey

i can do it if you really, really like that, i know what you really want, baby, i can do it if you think you like that, you should run, boy, run...

The hotel room was gold suede and red velvet. If a color combination ever represented Jackson, this was it. She regards the ornate suite with disdain. Only here for a night, did he really need this much space?

The answer, of course, is yes. Jackson is lavish and excessive. She knew that. Hell, everyone knew that.

Coat discarded, leather lingerie wound tight around a supply body, her heels click loudly across the floor. The boots travel up to her thighs, just the way he likes it. Straps tangle between hips and breasts. Just the way he likes it.

A vision in black and red.

The man of her focus sits motionless on the distant chair. Naked as the day he was born save for the crimson bathrobe. Fresh from the shower by the looks of his damp hair. Exhaustion weighs down his face.

She moves toward him, predator stalking toward completely suspecting prey. With what little energy he has left, he tugs the knot of the robe and the veil slips open. Enough to reveal he’s been hard for god knows how long and is twitching at the sight before him.

The song changes on the nearby player, hooked to her phone. Finally landing on the track she wanted.

Jackson rolls his eyes at the slow tempo before closing them completely and letting his head fall back against the recliner. He bitched a whole five minutes over her choice of background music.

“This is not music for fucking.”

She cut him a glare. “It is if I say it is.”

“...Yes, mam.”

She wants to smile. Such a good boy, but he loves to spar. To everyone else he is the boss, but not to her. She can do as she pleases with him.

“Since I’m the one doing the fucking,” she murmurs, straddling his lap. “I pick the soundtrack.”

Jackson surrenders this time. He wants to be owned tonight.

She knows that. He is very vocal about his desires. She was summoned to meet him and assist him with his frustrations. That’s how this arrangement goes.

His hands grace her hips almost lazily. A small grunt hangs in his throat when she grasps him.

Was there a better sight than her on top of him? The answer was a resounding no.

Her body accepts him deep. No slow and steady build tonight. His release is paramount in her mind. He looks like life is a heartbeat away from breaking him.

But not when she’s done with him. Each time she leaves his bed, he’s ready to fuck the world.

Sing for me, baby. Let me know how good I make you feel. His body obeys her every command. She knows him better than he knows himself. And he’s not afraid to make noise.

The assistants just beyond the door hardly glance up from their phones. The symphony of lewd sounds are as everyday as the morning traffic. Boss has a big appetite.

He only gets louder. He sucks in air through his teeth. She has no mercy. Not when she’s out to finish him. He offers curses in a language she doesn’t understand, but at the edge of nirvana they are all he knows.

She calls his name. The one he rarely uses. It’s enough to make him give her everything he’s ever owned.

Except his heart. She gave that back not too long ago.

Her skin bruises beneath heavy hands. No apologies to be found in the heat of the moment. She couldn’t care less. Her focus is his heaving chest, his endless panting.

Baby, please. Fuck me.

Hands land on her ass. Incentive to pick up the pace. She feels the sting again. Do it like you mean it. Like you love it. Like you can’t live without it.

Rise and fall. Rise and fall. Just like their relationship. They were doomed from the start. Fire meets fire and everything burns. What did they expect?

Jackson begs for her mercy, for her forgiveness. Whatever he has to until she gives him sweet, intense release.

She finds that rhythm. Ride him harder. He needs it so bad. Ride him faster. He’s about to blow.

Only when he finishes does she kiss him. Only when she’s done with him do their lips meet. Kissing is reserved for lovers, but she can’t resist a taste. He kisses back, breathless and satisfied. His tongue is relentless in her mouth.

Sure, it’s such a shame love didn’t work out for the two of them, but she was still the best fuck in his world.

hallelujah, i wanna take you for all that you got, hallelujah, i’m gonna take them for all that they got...

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saddle up | jaebeom (got7) drabble

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Oh, you were in for it now.

Sitting in the passenger seat, your eyes were on the window, watching the lights of Seoul at night passing by in an incoherent blur. Your heart was thumping at a fast, but steady pace and you licked your lips expectantly.

The dinner had been dull as humanly possible. You had to attend at your boyfriend’s side. Suffering and boredom must be shared, obviously. At some point, you reached an all time high of exasperation and decided to entertain yourself.

This came in the form of teasing your boyfriend.

Seated beside him at the long dining table, you reached over and placed a hand on his thigh, calling under your breath, “Hey.”

Jaebeom turned his head glacially slow, his eyes dipping down toward your hand placed too damn high before staring intently at your face. Warning was bold in his gaze, but he said nothing in response. He merely waited.

Smirking at the dark look he was giving you, you let your hand slip from his thigh and brought it to your own. You grasped the material of your black dress and pulled discreetly, tugging the material upward until your garter was visible.

Jaebeom clenched his jaw. You could see every inch of his restraint with the way his face tensed. Reaching over with all subtlety, he took your hem in his fingers and pulled the dress back down. You fought a smile. Mission accomplished.

When the corporate dinner had finally ended, Jaebeom came up behind you and guided you to the exit like the building was on fire. “Say your goodbyes. Quickly,” he murmured in your ear, to which you obeyed without a second thought. Then, you were both out the door before you could blink.

And now, you sat in the passenger seat, tearing your eyes from the window to glance down at the hand draped possessively on your bare thigh.

As if feeling your gaze, Jaebeom squeezed ever so slightly, his fingers bearing down on your smooth flesh. You raked your tongue over your teeth, thinking of the moment Jaebeom had put the car in drive and swiftly grabbed your dress, hiking up the garment until he could see those beautiful thighs that belonged solely to him.

Shyly, you turned your head, watching Jaebeom drive cool and collected, and seemingly without a care in the world. But you knew him better than anyone and beneath that calm exterior, passion and lust were churning. The dominant in this dynamic had been challenged and you knew you were in for punishment or reward.

Jaebeom didn’t say a word as he pulled into the driveway of the house you shared. He didn’t say a word when you stepped inside and headed for the bedroom with him behind you like a shadow. Not until you entered the bedroom and proceeded to remove your dress did he speak.

“Stop.”

You blinked, letting your hands fall from your zipper.

Jaebeom lifted a hand and made a twirling motion. You obeyed, putting your back to him and waiting patiently. Your boyfriend came up behind you and unzipped your dress, pushing the straps until the garment dropped around your ankles. Standing there in your intimates, you felt naked already.

“Baby girl loves to tease me,” Jaebeom whispered in your ear.

His breath on your skin made you shiver and you nodded in agreement. You were nothing if not shameless, especially when it came to the effect you had on your man.

Jaebeom brought his hands to your bare waist and roamed his palms southward, stopping on your thighs and teasing his fingertips around your garters. “Dangerous, you know,” he continued softly. “If someone else had seen what belongs to me...”

“All yours,” you crooned, purring in his arms.

His hands fell from your body and you furrowed your brow at the loss of warmth. Turning to see what he was doing, Jaebeom warned, “Don’t move.”

You stood there frozen in place, listening to the sounds of him loosening his tie. Growing impatient, you opened your mouth to whine, but gasped when he slipped the tie over your eyes, tying it snugly behind your head.

“Do as I say and I’ll let you come. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you snickered, licking your lips.

Jaebeom smirked. Fuck, he loved what a little slut you were for him and only him.

You felt his fingers lace through yours and then you were moving. Jaebeom guided you toward the bed, which you figured was the destination anyway. Blinded, you listened to him settle on the mattress.

“Come here, baby,” he commanded and you followed the sound of his voice.

Crawling across the bed, you searched for him with your hands, finding him seated and leaning back against the headboard. Realizing his position, you smiled with a little chuckle. Rarely did he let you ride.

Straddling his lap, you propped your hands on his firm chest for balance, struggling with equilibrium because of the tie around your eyes.

Meanwhile, Jaebeom grabbed your panties in his fists and ripped them all too easily, exposing your naked pussy but leaving your garters intact. You made a noise in surprise and shifted in his lap, earning a very sharp slap to your ass.

“Saddle up,” Jaebeom taunted, gripping your hips in his hands and steering you down to meet his hard cock.

Sinking eagerly onto his length, you whimpered his name and your face scrunched with pleasure. Jaebeom grunted in the back of his throat, biting his lip and watching his cock vanishing inside you.

Bracing your hands on his abs, you rolled your hips and proceeded to ride him. And even though you were blinded, you just knew Jaebeom was gazing up at you in reverence with that smug smirk on his lips.

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flexible | bambam (got7) drabble

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There was no doubt your relationship with Bambam was built upon a solid foundation of love and endless humor. For fuck’s sake, the kid could make you laugh like no one else.

Work sucked? Laugh.

Period cramps from hell? Laugh.

Just farted during sex? Oh, definitely laugh.

Bambam ran on joy. It was his fuel. His skin practically glowed with it. Never in your life could you think of a time you were just so blissfully happy.

You were reminded of this fact on a perfectly average Thursday. Donning some comfortable workout clothes, you proceeded to stretch and rolled out your yoga mat.

With the patio doors open, filtering in a pleasant breeze, you began with a few deep breaths before easing into the first pose.

“Am I sensing yoga?” Bambam suddenly called, appearing from the bedroom fresh out of a shower with his wet hair wrapped in a towel.

You shushed him and spoke quietly, “Inner peace and meditation, Bam.”

“Oh, sorry,” Bambam replied, lowering his voice to a whisper like he was in church and had just been given the stink eye.

Eyes closed, you focused on every inhale and exhale, stretching your muscles.

Meanwhile, Bambam grabbed a snack from the kitchen and made himself comfortable on the couch, crossing his ankles on the coffee table.

“I can feel you watching,” you chastised a moment later.

Bambam popped a piece of granola in his mouth and shrugged. “Can you blame me?” he retorted. “That ass in those pants...”

You pinched your lips together, fighting back a chuckle and trying desperately to cling to the tranquility.

“When are you gonna get to the Downward Facing Dog?” Bambam asked impatiently not long after. Of course, it was his favorite.

With a snort, you replied, “I think I will skip that one today.”

Bambam reached over and scratched one of his kitties behind the ears, teasing, “Latte says you should do it. Good for your back.”

“Mm,” you hummed, rolling your eyes. “What else does Latte say?”

“You should definitely stretch that back before Daddy blows it out.”

You choked on a laugh, quickly coughing to hide the sound. You didn’t want to encourage him, but at the same time it was so damn entertaining.

Bambam watched with interest as you transitioned into the next pose and his mouth watered. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that... flexible,” he murmured flirtatiously.

Well, what you were doing at the moment wasn’t technically a yoga pose you had ever seen. It looked more like something out of the Kama Sutra.

“Oh, you know, gotta keep my man happy,” you spoke coyly, batting your lashes.

Bambam realized by your tone and the sultry look in your eyes that this had gone from exercise to some kind of foreplay.

Rising, you gave a little wiggle before spreading your legs and leaning forward. Overlapping your wrists on the wall, you imagined the expression your boyfriend was sporting as you were quite literally face down, ass up.

“Any idea what this pose is called?” you asked playfully.

Bam gawked. “Uh... the Child Support is Only for Eighteen Years pose?”

You almost lost balance from how hard you laughed. Standing back up, you put a hand on your chest, face scrunching with laughter, and exclaimed, “How does your brain work?”

Your boyfriend shrugged, smiling gleefully. “It runs on porn and couture,” he deadpanned.

Glancing down, you noticed a rather bold outline in his shorts and you snickered. “When did you get hard?”

With a pout, he confessed, “During the Crescent Moon.”

Approaching and putting your hands on his shoulders, you exclaimed, “That one’s not even sexual!”

Bambam settled his hands on your waist as you straddled him, gazing up at you with stars in his eyes. “Babe, when are you gonna learn that my dick has a huge crush on you?”

You raised a brow. “Huge, huh?”

“Legendary.”

Pulling the hard cock from his shorts, you gave his length a pump with your fist. “Well, I guess I can do the rest of my poses on your lap,” you murmured, rolling your hips to stroke him against your clothed folds.

Bambam sucked in a breath and let his hands fall from your waist to your ass, squeezing with a firm grip. “I would very much like to see that.”

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no one would even notice | mark (got7) drabble

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Making out with Mark had to be one of your favorite pastimes.

His skin was hot to the touch, courtesy of the Hawaii sun and your body on top of his, no doubt. His hands roamed your back, traversing over your hips before finding residence on your ass.

You giggled when he squeezed a handful, but gasped when his fingers slipped farther down to your folds.

You pulled away with a loud smack of your lips and chastised, “Mark, we are on the patio.”

Mark had never looked so flushed and lust was bold in his eyes. Biting his lip, he murmured, “Let me nut.”

For someone who always acted like a gentleman and treated you like an actual queen every minute of every day, it still amazed you how Mark could turn into the bluntest, dirtiest little shit when it came to your carnal pursuits.

“Let’s go inside first,” you whispered bashfully.

Mark cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to him again, and began kissing beneath your jaw. You practically purred, lashes fluttering, and you melted deeper into him once more.

Mark made a damn fine pillow and he more than loved feeling your breasts on his firm chest. If it were up to him, the two of you would never leave the house. All he needed was food, sex, and sleep; all of which could obviously be found at the house.

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side,” he growled in your ear. “No one would even notice.”

You giggled and feigning disbelief, exclaimed under your breath, “You are insane.”

“Then, why are you grinding on me?”

This boy was where you had laid all of your affections (and orgasms.) You would be hard pressed to ever turn him down for some loving, because he never failed to leave you sated and sore in the best ways.

He wasn’t wrong. Your position on top of him obviously lent itself to you straddling his hips. Making out heavily had made a certain bulge press against your bikini-clad core and now you were keen to rub against it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said coyly, pulling yourself free of his mouth on your neck to give him a few kisses of your own. “But I’m still not having sex outside,” you added between nips against his neck.

“Come on,” Mark grumbled, gripping your ass a little firmer and steering your subtle movements. “It’s such a waste of good, wet pussy.”

Your cheeks flushed and you took his lower lip between your teeth, giving a quick tug before letting go and asking, “How do you even know I’m wet?”

“For the same reason I’m hard as a fucking rock right now.”

You were both aroused and horny, and the adrenaline of being exposed and vulnerable was shooting straight to your core. Sitting up on his lap, Mark blanked, suddenly worried you were about to storm away before your impulses got the better of you.

Your boyfriend watched you with bated breath as you got to your feet, in disbelief that you were going to leave him, but smirked as you turned around and straddled him again.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” you spoke quietly, positioning yourself over him and pulling the hard erection from his swimming trunks.

Though he couldn’t see your face, Mark knew you would be watching for any unfortunate bystanders that could potentially catch a glimpse of your sins. He was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see your bouncing breasts or your features scrunch with pleasure, but the sight of your half-naked backside wasn’t too bad either.

Running a hand down your spine and feeling your warm sun-kissed skin, Mark slipped his fingers into your bikini and made good on his word of pushing them out of the way. Meanwhile, you gripped his cock and steered the tip between your folds, sinking down slowly until your pussy had swallowed him whole.

“Good girl,” he groaned, finding purchase on your hips and watching you fuck him at your own pace.

You let out a whine as his cock stroked your sensitive walls, made all the more tense by your newfound voyeurism. Keeping your eyes peeled for any witnesses, you began to lose your concentration. Mark felt too good and too deep that you started caring less about getting caught and more about finding release.

“I’m insane, huh?” Mark teased, sinking his teeth into his lip at how mercilessly you were beginning to fuck him. “Look at you riding this dick.”

“Please make me come,” you begged, eyes winching closed. “Please, Mark.”

Mark could never deny you anything. Without hesitation, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his breath hot on your neck. You cried out in surprise, but instinctively wound your arms through his. He matched your pace, moving in tandem with your hips and thrusting to meet you.

“Such a good girl taking my cock,” Mark murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Should I fuck her full of cum?”

“Yes,” you panted, growing dangerously closer to climax until it was all you could think about. You arched your hips back and forth as fast as you could, listening to the sound of your wet bodies meeting over and over loudly.

“Fuck,” Mark grunted against your skin, losing his cool as you tightened like a vice around his dick. He knew you were so close to the edge you could almost taste it.

But who should come prancing around the corner but Kunpimook Bhuwakul himself.

“Hey, guys,” Bambam greeted, stopping stiller than a statue when he realized what he was seeing.

Eyes blown wide open, you gripped Mark a little tighter, hoping that the two of you had halted your movements fast enough to give the troublemaker just a little bit of doubt.

“What do you want?” Mark snarled, his head resting at the base of your neck.

“Um,” Bam hesitated. “Jack said we can go paragliding at five if you wanna join.”

“Yes, fine. Bye,” Mark snapped.

You and Bambam met eyes and you could see the wheels turning. Surely this seemed innocuous. After all, you and Mark were in your bikini and swimming trunks respectively.

For all Bam knew, you were sitting in his lap and he was holding you tightly like the possessive bastard everyone knew him to be. Not that you were riding him on the patio in reverse cowgirl, because that would be insane.

“You alright?” he asked, but his tone was almost playful.

“Mm-hm,” you hummed.

Bambam looked convinced and to your relief, he smiled. Then, he blurted, “Is there a dick in you right now?”

You glared at him for being caught, but you were too damn obstinate to lie. “Mm-hm,” you echoed.

“Nice,” cheered Bam, quickly fleeing the scene before Mark could pull out and beat the shit out of him.

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leave the heels on | jackson (got7) drabble

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It began as a stupid little fight.

Curled on your side of the bed, you glanced at the clock one more time. It was well past three in the morning and Jackson still wasn’t home. Batting your eyes tiredly, you were finally ready to drift off to sleep, rehearsing the vengeful speech you would give Jackson in the morning.

Then, you heard a car door close. Not long after, Jackson crept quietly into the bedroom, settled on his side of the bed, and went to sleep.

Now, you were seething.

The next morning, you sat at the kitchen table and ate your cereal in silence. When Jackson finally emerged from the bedroom, he dutifully moved to your side, planted a sweet kiss on your cheek, and greeted, “Good morning.”

“What time did you get in last night?” you asked softly.

Jackson hesitated. You didn’t approve of him working late and rather than listen to your disappointment that he was pushing himself too much again, he fibbed, “Around twelve thirty.”

“Ah,” you replied and by your tone, Jackson knew he was fucked.

Everything went downhill from there.

You were mad at him for lying. He was annoyed that you began ignoring him. You got angry when he didn’t apologize. He grew furious with you for blowing the situation out of proportion.

After one rather loud - and extremely petty - fight, Jackson found himself sleeping on the couch.

Your relationship with Jackson was defined by passion. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other and affection was constant. But you both had another thing in common; you were stubborn as hell.

A few days in and Jackson was losing his fucking mind. You had never looked so damn good and he was hard as a rock. But if you thought he was going to give in and forsake his pride, you had another thing coming.

Meanwhile, you were desperate for physical contact. Jackson always had his hands on you, showering you with his love and affection throughout the day, but bringing you pleasure and release at night. You were getting neither at the moment and your patience was wearing thin.

So you did what any mature girl would do - you upped the ante.

Jackson sat on the couch, which was laden with blankets and pillows from his restless nights, and watched the television with disinterest. He had just returned from the gym, sweaty and frustrated. As it turned out, exercise did little to help the raging erection in his pants.

Stepping out of the bedroom, you made for the kitchen. Hearing a loud click with your steps instead of the usual pitter-patter of bare feet, Jackson glanced up and both mind and body stopped their functions.

You wore his white dress shirt and nothing else underneath. Fastening only a single button halfway down, you left bare minimum to the imagination and topped off the tease with a pair of red high heels.

Jackson watched your every move, fixated on you like his life depended on it. You, on the other hand, paid him no mind as you approached the counter and bent over to sift for a snack.

“Fuck me,” Jackson growled under his breath. Your lower lips looked wet and inviting, and Jackson’s cock promptly twitched at the sight.

Rising with no snack in hand, you turned around, put a hand on your hip, and asked, “What was that?”

Jackson met your eyes and he had never looked so conflicted. Damn it, he didn’t want to let you win, but for fuck’s sake, he needed to be inside that hot, tight cunt.

“Bend over again,” your boyfriend finally said, bitter. “So I can at least look at it.”

You chuckled, but you also bristled with your own frustration. Were you really that easy to resist? Swaying your hips, you pressed, “Why don’t you just apologize? And then you can touch it.”

Jackson made a noise. It sounded so simple, but his bull-headed pride smacked him over the head.

You went in for the kill, lifting up the shirt just barely and arching your ass into the air. “I’m so wet for you, baby. Think about how that thick dick could slide right in…”

Jackson realized by the tremble in your voice and the glistening arousal on your pussy that you were hornier than a bitch in heat. This misery wasn’t one-sided, after all; it was well in good company.

Standing from the couch, Jackson pulled off his shirt at the speed of light and dropped his gym shorts, approaching you naked as the day he was born. You grinned victoriously, raking your tongue over your teeth at his hard cock curving toward his abs.

“Say it,” you hissed.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” Jackson deadpanned, grabbing you none too gently and hoisting you onto the kitchen counter.

You chuckled a little too smugly and your boyfriend pushed a hand squarely between your breasts and shoved you onto the flat of your back. His fingers were at your shirt next, ripping the material impatiently to finally get a glimpse of your beautiful naked body.

“Leave the heels on, baby,” Jackson ordered gruffly, guiding your legs around his waist. “Just the heels though.”

Pulling off the torn remains of his shirt, you were about to make a smartass remark, basking in your victory, when your lips fell open as he pushed his cock deep past your slick folds. The moment he bottomed out, Jackson pulled back until only the tip was still inside and smacked his hips into yours. Over and over, he pounded his length into you, wanting you to feel every thick inch of him penetrating you.

“Fuck,” you cried out, trying to find somewhere on the counter to brace your hands. You had never felt so full, your pussy fitting snugly around him like a glove. Your walls tightened even more with satisfaction and your partner let out a throaty groan.

Jackson shifted his hands to drape leisurely on your thighs, your ankles crossed over his lower back and those red heels digging against his ass exactly how he liked it. He kept his thrusts rough, not concerned with speed, and as your face contorted with pleasure and frustration, Jackson growled, “Say it.”

“I’m sorry too,” you whimpered, your breasts bouncing with every smack of his hips into yours.

Jackson smirked. Then he roamed his palms up your thighs and to your waist, getting a firmer hold as he sped up his pace and drilled you both toward the edge.

Hey there, beautiful! If you enjoyed this, please leave a like or reblog or follow me! Or maybe buy me a coffee so I can keep writing? Or check out my masterlist here for more stories! Thanks for reading :) - Katya

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